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Ayo, I stand outside the gates of Buckingham Palace selling reefer
Puffing the chalice with the Beefeaters
Getting so high that whenever I drop shit
It'll land on the window of your airplane cockpit
Canibus with the hot shit, "Crazy I Click"
Niggaz is bloody idiots thinking that they can stop this
I'll increase my strength, to a super human extent
Nigga, your rhyme ain't worth sixpence
And if you can hear, smell, see, touch, and taste
Then you don't need six senses to feel me punch you in the face
From Brixton, to Clapham Common, my lyrics invade Europe
Like Joseph Stalin, and murder niggaz for rhyming
Spitting fire, with gasoline for saliva
As drunk as Lady Diana's driver wit' reporters behind her
Alcohol in the hands of a minor
I got you panicking like bombs, with 30 second timers
Clear the building, evacuate women and children
Fuck what you feeling, nigga, I came here to kill them
Straight shitting, from New York to Great Britain
And when we do shows, we make the Queen pay admission, what!
When I say "Can-I" you say "Bus"
Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)
Yo, when I say "Can-I" you say "Bus"
Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!) (Yo, yo)
Yo, prepare for the worst, this next verse is the face of death
Me without lyrics is like a porn flick without sex
Illmatic, my lyrical skills are Jurassic
With more flavour than Skittles when I'm digitally mastered
I go off like a cannon and blow up the planet
With "No Fear", like them clothes white boys be wearing
I'm tougher than Denim, lethal like venomous snake bites
The marijuana makes my eyes bright red like brake lights
There ain't a party I couldn't rock, believe that
There ain't a microphone brave enough to give me feedback
I'm strong, my word is Bond like James
Niggaz be trying to test, but they 'week' like seven days
MC's run away when I kick it; they act so chicken
They should come with a large drink and a biscuit
My style's radioactive, massive atomic
I plan to push the Earth in front of Halley's Comet
Breaking the "Facts of Life" down like Tudy, I'm raw like sushi
With more "vocab", than three fucking Fugees
So recognize or be hospitalized
'Cause lyrically on a scale of one to ten I'm 25
When I say "Can-I" you say "Bus"
Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)
Yo, when I say "Can-I" you say "Bus"
Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)
Yo, yo, a little bit of weed and some Hennessy
Got me ready to set it with kinetic energy
See I need much more energy than my enemies
If I wanna make more Bill's then Bellamy
So I could be on MTV with women constantly
Telling me I resemble Billy Dee
I make fly rhymes to get my name on the scene
Then when I'm on the scene I do shows to get the green
Then I take the green, buy a automobile machine
For that thing on page 43 in Jet Magazine
Canibus is the ultimate executioner's dream
Swinging the guillotine
'Cause whenever the head is severed from the human body with a sharp enough weapon
The brain remains conscious for ten seconds
Long enough for me to give you one last message
And when you get to Hell, you can tell Lucifer I said it
Don't ever get it confused, fucking with Canibus
The human Rubik's Cube like you got something to prove
Yo, whoever grabs the mic after me will get booed
Get everything in the club thrown at you and your crew
From Moet bottles to bar stools, fruits, and foods
You got a album out, you get hit with your CD too
Running outside, crying, lying, denying
That you ain't The Gay Rapper, but you got fucked by him
What's the difference? Y'all niggaz still ain't in lyrical fitness
Too busy mixing your business with your bitches
While I be in the lab composing forbidden scriptures
So wicked I got Satan ejaculating on his fingers
Like Dirk Diggler, in the middle of 'Boogie Nights'
Sniffing white, living the hype, he ruined his life
But I'm a MC of a different type, yeah, that's right
Make sure your shit is tight, or I'ma snatch your mic, nigga!
When I say "Can-I" you say "Bus"
Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)
Yo, when I say "Can-I" you say "Bus"
Can-I (bus!) Can-I (bus!)